Little White Lies (Harry Styles)

Chapter 51

"Gramps we're home!" I yell happily as Harry helps me through the front door, his arm wrapped securely round my waist. I tried telling him that I can walk unaided but he just would not have it, he kept telling me that 'i'm injured'.

Tell me something I don't know

We walk into the living room before my granddad can even process that we've arrived.

"Lolita!" He happily greets me with wide eyes, trying to stand from the couch but Harry quickly rushes to his side to help him up. I watch in awe at the sight - something in my mind keeps reminding me that Harry cheated on me only a few hours ago. But I just don't want to hurt anymore, I've had enough of that. Some would say that being together for a month is a little early to say i love you. But why is it that I feel so attatched towards him. Everything he does just makes me want to kiss him. When he's angry I just want to kiss away his frown lines, the same for when he's upset or confused.

"I've missed you so much" I whisper into his shoulder after embracing him in a warm hug. He pats my shoulder comfortingly.

"It's been too long without you pet, i've been lonely."

"I'm sorry, I should've been more careful" I pull away from the hug and take his cold hand in my warm one.

"Don't you dare apologise, I just want you to be careful; but now you have Harry here to care for you which takes alot of responsibility off my hands" He averts his eyes towards the curly haired boy beside me, who has now slyly wrapped his tattood arm around my waist, supporting the small of my back - it's not as if i'm going to fall or anything, I guess it just gives me a sense of security.

"I know, and we're going to make sure he's very happy here, right gramps?" I raise my eyesbrows and he rolls his eyes whilst nodding, before I turn and give a sly wink towards Harry; causing him to chuckle. "This must sound very rude, but I'm so tired and I just can't wait to sleep in my own bed, so i'm going to go upstairs now. Goodnight Gramps" I say soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Looking at the time now, I realise it's almost 7pm.

"Yeah I think I'll join her, obviously only if that's okay with you, sir" Harry asks, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over the space between my thumb and forefinger. I mentally kiss Harry, I want nothing more than him to hold me as I slip away into unconciousness tonight.

My granddad nods happily.

"Of course, in fact, i'm going to go up to bed now also. It's been a busy day" He says, walking behind us as Harry and I ascend the stair case. We make sure to say our goodnights and then head off to my bedroom.

"Can you help me get changed please?" I ask timidly, simply because I'm afraid of rejection. I hear his breath hitch in his throat as he walks towards me, I lift my arms up in the air and his fingers securely grip onto the bottom of my grey tank top, he painfully slowly slides my top over my head and then undoes the button and zip on my jeans, pulling them down at the hips - his eyes never leaving mine.

His breath fans over my lips, I bring my hand to lightly caress his face, playing with his curls, to sliding my fingers across his prominant jaw line, and then rubbing my thumb lightly over his bottom lip; wanting nothing more than to attatch his and my lips right now.

"Stop" He takes my hand away from his face and the disconnection of our skin contact causes a cold chill to rush through my body - gosh i'm in too deep.

I look at him questioningly.

"If you carry on doing that then i'm going to end up fucking you and I really don't want to do that" He says, looking at his feet. My heart drops at his words.